Better Origin
I have been staring at my genesis
But everytime I take a second to
look way, my vision seems to fade
at higher masses.As blurry as it gets, my soul tends
to forget where I come from, where
I belong.
But for some reason i can clearly see
where I belong though am not sure
if i have done enough to deserve my
"this is where I belong."I wake up to dreams of salvation
lately
I wake up to a song that's excavated
through the right parts of my heart.But the harder I try to dig deeper
My disturbance tends to make things
worse.
Maybe there's a piece that could make
me feel the love I have always wanted.I look at my past and i see everything
I want to be in the old version of me
It's like my progress is growing
backwards, and i wonder if i alone was better than I am before i started trying.I can remember what I am capable
of But it's like i have forgotten how
to be me at the same timeIn a single moments moment I feel
like I can and in the next i am
unable to push through my plan.Just remember the pain and your
beautiful ears will hear a........
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Better Origin
PoetryHeavy is the head that carries these thoughts " But everytime I look away my visions seem to fade at higher masses"